Ambling gently along
It might have looked like that was it for the RAC when Koosie was shot in the back the head in a crude reconstruction of Darkness at Noon but in reality I do need this valve and have needed it so bad in this long dark time but it's just been absolute meaningless rubbish I keep creating. I'm really quite derranged you know and it really is a fabulous effort to appear not to be all the time especially given how unreasonably unfriendly most people are. I suppose they're just scared of something or other, the same as me or trying to put up some front. I can't really claim to understand anyone. However I do understand myself enough to know that my ravings don't even come close to anything genius or enlightening, rather that they're just the effect of a lack of focus, maybe a lack of discipline. That's why I shot Koosie in the head.
That and as a punishment for his crimes and as an example to any other daft little memes that want to exert undue influence on this...thing...whatever it is I'm talking to you out of. It is hard though. I'm still adressing myself as Koosie when I'm erm...talking to myself. There's nothing wrong with that, only the name bit. Because that's not what I'm called and there's nobody there. Who are you talking to? The grammatical fiction as AK called it. Him. Or her of course.
Anyway I'm not going to get into the Manchester Writers guild with this level of crap. Nor Kanishka neither. Did you know he's already a character in a Japanese Manga thing. Typical. Of course their King Kanishka has magical powers. Typical typical! Anyway fick him! He sounded like a total cnut anyway.
So yes. Scooters, holidays, autumn! All these things I have failed to talk about again! So much to relate but so little time! No time to explain how I came to be pregnant or dole out my true opinions about steam-cleaning. There's just not enough time!
